Chapter 298 Palace Battle
The night wind was howling, and the figures of Zhao Ji and the fake prince shuttled between the palace walls like two ghosts, leaving only afterimages in the darkness.

When they crossed the palace wall, the fake prince suddenly realized that the other party was trying to lure the enemy deeper.

If he chased too deep and was discovered by the Qianniu Guards, not only would it be difficult to escape, but he would also be more afraid of alerting Wu Zetian.

The assassin actually broke into the inner courtyard of the imperial palace through the East Palace. This is intolerable!
By then, heavy encirclement and a large-scale search would be inevitable, and all of his and Snake Spirit's plans would be exposed in broad daylight.

But without asking, one knew that the man running wildly in front was either Zhao Ji or Li Yuanfang. Letting this man go was like telling Di Renjie that there was something fishy in the East Palace, and a search was inevitable...

The fake prince was immediately in a dilemma. The other party had really set a vicious and insidious trap, which put him in a dilemma and unable to back down.

While he was daydreaming, the man's pursuit slowed down a little, and finally stopped.

"Well, you're lucky!" The fake prince cursed inwardly and prepared to let Zhao Ji go.

The reason is simple. Di Renjie sent him to sneak into the East Palace to gather information, and it was obvious that he had already noticed something.

It is too late to kill people now. If Zhao Ji cannot go back, it also means that there is something wrong with the Eastern Palace.

It is better to alarm Di Renjie than to alarm Wu Zetian directly...

The fake prince had already realized that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so he glared at the front with hatred and turned back in the opposite direction.

Zhao had been running for quite some time and had already realized that the person behind him was retreating.

He laughed and scolded: "You react quite quickly!"

Then he suddenly turned around, used his lightness skills to jump onto the roof next to him, used the momentum to jump twice, and then with a chic somersault, he held his sword across the fake prince's path.

The fake prince was caught off guard and had to slam on the brakes to barely keep his balance.

Zhao Ji made a sword flower with his hands, turned his back to the fake prince, and laughed with a hint of teasing: "Brother, you are so persistent and have been pursuing me for so long, why did you give up halfway?"

Upon hearing the voice, the fake prince confirmed Zhao Ji's identity, stared at Zhao Ji's resolute back, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"I know you, why are you hiding? Turn around!"

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned, turned around, tapped the ground with the tip of his sword, and said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "But I don't know you yet! You are a coward who hides his head and shows his tail. How dare you say that to me?"

The fake prince sneered and slowly raised his scimitar. The blade light flickered in the night, revealing an ominous aura.

"You are very smart. You saved your life and led me here. I can't let go. But I advise you that you'd better get out of the way quickly, otherwise you will end up in a miserable situation!"

The fake prince stared at Zhao Ji and spoke shamelessly.

Zhao Ji was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said confidently, "It doesn't matter. This is the most remote corner of the palace. The nearest group of Qianniu Guards will be here in three quarters of an hour."

As a Qianniu Guard, he was very familiar with the layout of the palace and the patrol shifts of the Qianniu Guards.

Zhao Ji's eyes were filled with inquiry: "As long as the noise is not too loud, we have three quarters of an hour to have some fun."

"I'm really curious, who are you? You have extraordinary martial arts skills and are very resourceful. How come there is someone like you among the snake spirits?"

Upon hearing this, the fake prince felt Zhao Ji's contempt for him, and anger flashed in his eyes: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that if you don't get out of the way, you will die here soon!"

Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, locked onto the fake prince's aura, and quickly calculated his flaws in his mind. The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, and the air between the two seemed to solidify, with only the night breeze occasionally passing through, bringing a slight sound of his clothes.

Zhao Ji sneered, deliberately provoking, intending to anger the other party: "You have boasted enough! I wonder if your knife is as hard as your mouth!"

The fake prince was not to be outdone and responded with a sneer: "Since you are determined to die, I have no choice but to grant your wish!"

After saying that, he moved his body and pounced on Zhao Ji like a cheetah. The scimitar made a sharp sound of breaking through the wind and went straight to Zhao Ji's vital points.

Zhao Ji's body was as light as a fallen leaf. He dodged the fierce attack by simply turning to the side. At the same time, he turned his wrist and his long sword shot out like a dragon from the sea, pointing directly at the fake prince's heart.

The two of them were instantly caught up in a fierce confrontation, with sword shadows and knife lights intertwined together, making bursts of sounds of metal clashing.

The air around them seemed to be driven by the two people's coming and going figures, surging with an invisible tension.

Swords and knives flashed by, and there were gusts of whistling wind.

Zhao Ji's Kung Fu is known for its speed and skills. It is strange and varied, with each move faster than the last.

But the fake prince on the opposite side can always keep up with Zhao Ji's rhythm. The two of them have some similarities in their martial arts styles, and it is difficult to tell who is better for a while.

Zhao Ji soon discovered that the fake prince's martial arts were very similar to those of Kui Wen Zhong. No wonder the two found it difficult to defeat each other.

Sword lights and knife shadows intertwined in the night sky. Every collision sparked sparks, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, echoing in this quiet corner.

The two men each had their own concerns and fought very restrainedly, and in tacit agreement did not wantonly destroy the surrounding flowers, trees, and palace wall tiles.

After all, Zhao Ji didn't want to expose himself for no reason. Although there were reasons, sneaking into the palace was always a taboo, especially when the emperor was Wu Zetian.

It's just that the fake prince on the opposite side was more afraid than Zhao Ji, and was more cautious, so he inevitably lost in momentum and mentality.

Zhao Ji was keenly aware of this and quickened the tempo of his attack, with the sword in his hand dancing like a cluster of flowers. He did not seek a fatal blow, but only to consume the opponent's strength and disrupt his rhythm.

The fake prince also realized this, but he was still at a disadvantage and could only struggle desperately. In a blink of an eye, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

"This is not a solution!" the fake prince thought to himself.

He knew very well that if he continued to waste time like this, he would definitely fail.

"Ah!" The fake prince gritted his teeth and exerted force suddenly, forcibly pushing Zhao Ji's sword away.

He was prepared to go all out, either to end the battle with lightning speed and kill Zhao Ji, or to take the opportunity to escape and return to the East Palace to protect himself.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji curled up a barely perceptible smile, knowing that the opportunity had come.

He deliberately exposed a flaw, and his sword deviated slightly, as if he was about to be hit by the fake prince's scimitar.

The fake prince was overjoyed when he saw this and attacked more fiercely, but he didn't expect that this was exactly Zhao Ji's strategy to lure the enemy.

At the moment when the scimitar was about to touch Zhao Ji's clothes, Zhao Ji suddenly jumped up and appeared at the side of the fake prince like a ghost. He not only dodged the fake prince's attack, but also pierced the opponent's shoulder with his sword.

(End of this chapter)